Ch 12 Damn lack of Fairy Godmothers!
Ok, so let's consider this: I hadn't looked in a mirror in four months, much less combed my hair (although I think maybe Tara had attempted it a time or two). I was probably in desperate need of a shower. Actually, no 'probably' about it - I was in desperate need of a shower. And maybe a toothbrush. My eyes were most likely red and puffy - my nose, too. I probably seemed crazy (again, no 'probably' about it). And, horror of horrors, I had just spent the night like this in a sex god's arms. How to go from zero to sixty in five point two? Or, in girl terms, from nottie to hottie, lightning fast? I needed a fairy godmother to put him in a stasis spell so I could have a makeover, but alas none was sprinkling pixie dust anywhere I could see. And, I was still staring. Think, Sookie, think!